So this is a little later than I wanted but it’s been a busy couple of weeks.
Lycia tour – Day 1
For once, not a stupid o’clock drive to the airport, although that meant a stupid o’clock arrival at the other end. Consequently we checked in to our first hotel at 2 in the morning. I have little recollection of that hotel, other than a place to sleep and a surreal breakfast experience. It was like they’d thrown together a selection of approximately breakfasty things and then gone back to bed while the guests – just our tour group – sorted themselves out, making the best of what they were given. The hot buffet offered scrambled eggs, spicy sausage, courgette and aubergine in a tomatoey sauce, porridge (I think) and hard boiled eggs. Suitably fuelled on eggs, sausage, eggs, rolls – I’d have had toast but they hadn’t switched the toast machine on – and several cups of tea we faced our first day. To the coach!
First stop the Myra rock cut tombs and amphitheatre. Only a brief stop, mind, with a quick history of the site, followed by photo time. This involved legging it up the amphitheatre for some shots and then around the site before rushing to get back onto the coach in the time we were given. Managed to get some lovely shots of tombs and carvings, although I think my favourite picture of the location was of oranges lying at the feet of a small grove of orange trees.
Next stop the town of Demre, where St Nicholas, as in Noel Baba, as in Santy Claws, he of the white beard and jolly red robes, lived and was Bishop. Although there are several statues of the Saint with robes and Bible there are also ones depicting him in full Santa gear with the requisite children at his feet. Spent time photographing practically every inch of the Church of St Nicholas, revelling in my amazing Samsung S4 Zoom, which allowed me to get shots others couldn’t manage with their fancy SLRs. Off to lunch, a rather delish buffet, and then back on the coach to Kekova for a boat trip.
Weather-wise it wasn’t the best day for a boat trip, mainly as, initially, it was pissing it down. I still managed to get some great shots as weather graciously cleared for the duration. The guide promises us there’ll be sun tomorrow.
Slept for most of the coach journey to our hotel for the night, a small boutique hotel just outside Fethiye. It’s small and quaint and the lobby looks like my friend Kitty may have decorated it – there are all sorts of vintage items like an old film camera, gramophone and antique typewriter. Had time to rejig the suitcase and shower before dinner. Tomorrow is another 7.30 start which means a 6.15 call for breakfast and a long drive to Dalyan.